Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
Stars that fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space
Be where I have been
Sit with elders of the gentle race
This world has seldom seen
Talk of days for which they sit and wait
All will be revealed

Talk in song from tongues of lilting grace
Sounds caress my ear
And not a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear

All I see turns to brown
As the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like sorts inside a dream
Leave the path that led me to that place
Yellow desert stream
My shangri la beneath the summer moon
I will return again
As the dust that floats so high in June Moving through Kashmir

Oh, father of the four winds fill my sails
Cross the sea of years
With no provision but an open face
Along the straits of fear

When I want, when I’m on my way
When I see the way that you stay

Ooh, my baby, oh, my baby baby baby please Ooh, my baby, oh, my baby Let me take you there